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LOVER'S LANE
by Jaden Scott
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: ALL GOOD THINGS...
JADEN'S POINT OF VIEW
"LANE!! You have to get up RIGHT NOW!! Come on...get your ass in gear!! We need to leave SOON!!" I yelled at my boyfriend. He was fast asleep in my bed. Ever so slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around my room.
"You haven't finished packing yet." Lane grumbled.
We were in my room at my parent's house. Lane had spent the night here because we had to leave for the airport early this morning. We were going on our trip to Hawaii!!
"Don't worry about me. If you're going to take a shower, you need to get up now!!" I shot back. "In fifteen minutes, I'll be in the car headed to the airport. If you're still here, too bad!!"
"Fine, you win. Slave driver!!" Lane retorted.
He got up and stretched out for a minute. As he walked past me, he stopped to kiss me. Yuck!! Morning breath!! He wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder. We stood like that for a few seconds.
"You better get going." I said softly.
"Okay." He said.
"Make sure to brush your teeth!!" I instructed him. He nodded his head in agreement.
As he turned to leave for the bathroom, I playfully smacked his ass.
"OUCH!!" He exclaimed. "Stop it, you big bully."
"Oh, you love it." I said while rolling my eyes.
Lane stopped for a second and contemplated my statement.
"Yeah, you're right." He said sheepishly. We both chuckled at his comment.
After Lane was gone, I hurriedly continued packing. Lane had packed last night before coming over to my house, so I didn't have to worry about him. My plan had been to finish my packing last night, but...well, let's just say I found another way to occupy my time. Wow!! Sex in my parent's house!! I was getting bolder!!
I opened up one of the drawers to my dresser and my eyes were immediately drawn to...THE SHIRT. It was the t-shirt I had been wearing the night Lane and I first made love. That night had been all about exploration and starting the process of getting comfortable with each other and our bodies. We didn't make love again until the following weekend after that first night. I was glad about that because I needed a few days to let everything digest. I confided in Dr. Swatt what had happened between Lane and me during my next therapy session. She was worried at first that I might have rushed things, but after I explained to her all of my thoughts leading up to the big event, she decided that I'd made a good decision. After that, she couldn't contain how happy she was for me.
After the second time Lane and I made love, the floodgates opened. We had sex ALL OF THE TIME!! Our sex life was playful, exciting, and passionate. It wasn't boring, that's for sure!! Lane was insatiable and I wasn't too far behind him. On a few days, Lane dragged me home in between classes for a 'quickie'. I couldn't imagine ever growing tired of what we did together. It kept getting better and better and better.
I thought that the amount of sex we had would taper off over time. I wasn't hoping for that, of course, but I assumed that was a natural course of events. To my delight, that hadn't happened. We had sex every single night or, at least, performed some type of sexual act on each other. This was perfectly fine with me because...I had a few years worth of sex to make up!!
During the second night we had sex, I attempted to perform oral sex on Lane. It took me a couple of tries to get the hang of it, and Lane was very appreciative of my efforts to get it 'just right'. Conquering my fears regarding anal sex had taken considerably more time. Lane had been very patient with me. He went very slow as he introduced me to the concept. I was extremely tense the first time his fingers ventured in the vicinity of my ass. Slowly, almost methodically, we took baby steps and I eventually started to lose my fears. The thought that saved me was knowing Lane wouldn't hurt me. I trusted him completely and, ultimately, that helped me break through my mental barrier.
It took about a month for us to progress to the point that I was ready for actual penetration. The first time had been a painful and I wondered if, when the doctor's sewed me up all of those years ago, they didn't somehow make the opening smaller. Luckily, my hole stretched out normally and...I couldn't believe it. Not only did I like anal sex...I LOVED IT!! The last battle had been won. The war was officially over and it felt great.
I assumed that since Lane was more dominant than me, he would always top me. I was pleasantly surprised when he expressed some interest in trying the 'receiving' position. I don't think he viewed himself as a bottom, but now that we were together, he was willing to try it. Chalk up another reason why I loved him so much. Lane liked being on the receiving end, but it wasn't his favorite thing to do in bed. I found that he had to be in a certain mood before deciding to bottom for me. Since we had been having anal sex, I think he only bottomed about ten percent of the time, which was fine with me. I liked it when he made love to me, but it was nice to have variety every once in a while.
Becoming more comfortable with my body had translated to other areas of my life, specifically with my friendships. I had become friends with all of Lane's friends on my own, and each of them had commented to either Lane or me how much more open and talkative I was becoming. I was laughing more, playing more jokes, and generally enjoying life. I think I felt more at ease with the people in my life, and that included my parents and Dr. Swatt.
I found myself becoming very close with Kelly and Chrissy. By the end of the year, I considered them to be my best friends. Maybe it's a bit clichéd for a gay guy to have girls as his best friends, but there wasn't anything I could do about that. A friend is a friend, regardless of age or gender.
Chrissy and I had a funny bonding experience. One night early in March, Chrissy wanted to go up to one of the quieter bars and grab a couple of beers. None of the other girls were around, and Nick, Stu, and Tim were entrenched in some kind of video game war. Tim had declined to go with his girlfriend because he was too invested in his game. I was done studying for the night, so I told Chrissy I would join her. Lane wanted to get another hour of studying done, and then he was planned on meeting up with us.
After Chrissy and I arrived at the bar and found a table to sit at, she handed me some money and asked me to buy her a beer while she ran to the bathroom. As I walked up to the bar, I wondered what it was about girls and bathrooms. I detested public restrooms and only went if I was dying. Otherwise, I held it in. I finally managed to buy her a beer and get a bottle of water for myself. When I made it back to our table, I found Chrissy sitting there...and she was drinking a beer!!
"Hey. I thought you were going to the bathroom. Did you go buy yourself a beer instead??" I asked her. I was puzzled.
"No, I went to the bathroom." She said innocently.
"Well, where did that beer come from??" I asked.
"Oh, I found this one sitting on the sink in the bathroom. It was cold and I didn't want it to go to waste, so I grabbed it and decided to drink it." She said all of that in a very matter-of-fact tone, like people decided to drink strange beers they find in bathrooms all the time.
I couldn't help it and I burst out laughing. Chrissy looked confused for a second, and then she finally caught on to what I was laughing about and joined in with me. I think I laughed the hardest I ever had that night. Tears were coming out of my eyes, my nose was running, and my sides hurt. Even after I stopped laughing, I giggled uncontrollably for about ten minutes. That one experience bonded Chrissy and I for life.
In the course of spending time with my new friends, I learned how to play a few card games. They taught me how to play Euchre, and I fell in love with the game instantly. Not only that, but I found that I was quite good. Kelly and I tried to partner up whenever we could because we seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to that game. Most of the time we demolished our opponents. Neither Kelly nor I had any fear when it came to calling 'trump'. We even entered a Euchre tournament one of the campus organizations was hosting...and we came in second place!! Another card game I learned but didn't play very often was a drinking game called 'Asshole'. Since I didn't drink, there really wasn't a lot of opportunity for me to play. The last card game was a version of solitaire that Kelly had learned from her freshman year roommate. It was played with two decks of cards and we called it, very simply, 'double-deck solitaire'. Half of the fun was setting up your cards because it was so complicated. Ultimately, it proved to be the most frustrating game ever because it was so hard to win. I bet I played about one thousand hands, and I only won ONCE.
With Lane's encouragement, I started writing more for the school newspaper, mostly human-interest stories. I was surprised by the huge response I got to the various articles I wrote. A few people even wrote a 'letter to the editor' praising my writing abilities. I never became a full-fledged member of the newspaper staff, despite personal pleas from the editor herself. I was content to contribute when I wanted to, although by the end of the semester I was writing at least two stories a week for them. The paper made room for my articles whenever I turned something in. Overall, it was a great experience and I learned a lot.
The semester came to an end and, before I knew it, I was studying for my last round of finals. My plans for life after graduation centered on two things: Lane and my writing. I decided not to look for a staff job somewhere; instead, I was going to start sending in my work independently to various newspapers and magazines. I didn't have to worry about making money while I established myself because, when I graduated, I was going to come into a sizable bit of money from a trust fund my grandparents had set up for me when they were still alive. My dad was the executor of the trust, and the only thing I was allowed to use the money for, until I graduated, was to pay for school and for my living expenses. The terms of the trust said that I couldn't have full access to the money until I had earned a college degree or I turned twenty-five, whichever came first. I planned to use the money wisely. I wasn't the type to spend money and stuff I didn't need anyway. The main thing I wanted it for was to help establish myself as a writer. I didn't want to get any type of office job.
Lane was going to work at the landscaping business again for the rest of the summer after our trip. I couldn't wait to live out my 'gardener' fantasies with him when he came home all hot and sweaty. He was going to graduate school in the fall at Boston College. I think we both knew we would be living together but, one night, we had a formal discussion about it anyway and confirmed our plans. I never wanted to be apart from him. We planned on looking for a place after we got back from our trip. Nick and Kelly had both gotten jobs in the Boston area, and we had some discussion with them about renting or buying a house together, at least for a few years while everyone established themselves.
Sadly, our 'group' wasn't going to remain intact after graduation. Ryan was going home to Maine, which was where he was originally from. Vicki talked about going with him, but she hadn't made any firm decisions yet. Stu and Stephanie were going to try to find jobs in Boston, but so far neither of them had any firm prospects. Tim and Chrissy were thinking about moving to North or South Carolina. Both of them were fed up with the snow and the cold in Massachusetts. They wanted to live someplace where it would be warm in the winter.
I didn't find out until near the end of the semester that Clint wasn't going to graduate with us. He needed to take at least two more semesters before he could earn his undergraduate degree. Lane told me that earlier in the school year, right after we first met, Clint had been in a foul mood for a few days. This was really strange because he was so laid back and easygoing all of the time. Nick and Lane finally confronted Clint to see if there was a problem and if there was anything they could do to help him. That's when the whole story came out about Clint's academic future. Apparently, he had switched his major one too many times and it finally caught up with him. He wanted to finish school as quickly as possible, so he was planning on taking one semester over the summer and his last semester in the fall. If he did that, he would be finished by Christmas. Angela was going back to her hometown in Vermont and they were going to try a long-distance relationship. I hoped it would work out for them.
The actual day of graduation was hectic, exciting, and extremely bittersweet. While I was proud of myself for earning a college degree, I hated the fact that my new group of friends was going to be broken up. I only had this one short school year to get to know and hang out with all of them. I took comfort in the fact that Nick and Kelly would be part of our everyday lives after graduation.
One of the exhilarating things about graduation is...you don't know what's really going to happen to you next. The world is full of possibilities. I was ready to explore my life, as long as I had Lane by my side. Our parents decided to have a combined graduation party for us, which we loved. Literally, every single person I would have invited would have been at Lane's party anyway, so it made sense to save some money and have one big shindig. Our parents surprised us by announcing that not only would they pay for our entire trip to Hawaii, but they had already made all of the reservations for us too. That was really exciting.
In the end, there was really only one horrible piece of news that came out of this time period. Lane, my boyfriend, who is supposed to want only my happiness, BEAT ME in our battle for highest grade point average. FUCK!! In my devastating defeat, I was able to console myself in two ways. First, I had beaten Lane in our grades for the last semester of college. Second, I was positive that if I had known Lane for all four years of school, I could have EASILY beaten him in our overall grade point averages. If I had that motivation for all four years, I would have done just about anything to win. But, Lane won fair and square, and I was going to have to endure some teasing.
Connor and Veronica's two year anniversary from when they started dating was over Memorial Day weekend and...Connor popped the big question!! To everyone's relief, Veronica said yes. Connor was really in love with her and, let's face it, he was never going to do better. They set their wedding date for August 12, 2006. Connor had already asked Lane to be his best man and Lane accepted. When we were alone, Lane was very emotional about the fact that Connor wanted him to be his best man, but...he was never going to admit that to Connor. What was it with those two?? Sarah was asked to be a bridesmaid and I was asked to be a groomsmen; we both accepted happily.
We were leaving for our trip just a few days after our graduation party. Our parents had splurged and rented us a house with a private beach. I didn't even want to know how much that was costing them, and I really appreciated how much they were trying to make our trip as special as it could be. Lane was already planning some skinny dipping adventures for us, and I was more than willing to participate. I was looking forward to renting some jet-skis and riding around the ocean. I also wanted to try parasailing. Lane cut me off when I suggested skydiving. There was no way in hell Lane was going to willingly throw himself out of an airplane and he forbade me to do it too. All in all, it was shaping up to be an awesome vacation. The only (minor) bad part was the amount of traveling we had to do. On our flight to Hawaii, we had two layovers, one in Houston and one in San Francisco. After we got to Hawaii, we had to take a small plane over to the island we were staying on. I think we would be traveling for close to fifteen hours just to get there, but I knew it was worth it. Our return trip was pretty much the same story.
Lane finished his shower and got dressed quickly. I finished my packing and went over my list one more time to make sure I didn't forget anything. We decided to drive ourselves to the airport and leave our car in the long-term parking lot because our return flight got in at 2AM. We didn't feel like asking our parents...or even Connor...to get up in the middle of the night to pick us up at the airport.
To be honest, I wanted us to drive alone because I had one stop to make on the way to the airport. I needed to do something and I needed Lane's help. It was something we could only do together and I needed to do it before we left on our trip.
"Are you ready?? Did you forget anything??" I asked Lane when we were in the car and ready to leave.
"I think I have everything." He replied. "Do you have all of the tickets??"
"Yep. They're in my carry-on bag." I said.
"Cool, then let's go."
"Awesome!! I'm SO EXCITED!!" I yelled.
"You should NOT be so pumped up at 6AM." Lane said sarcastically.
"You love it. You love me." I said with a smile.
"Alright, I do." He said begrudgingly. "So, are you going to tell me why we had to leave so early to go to the airport?? If we drive straight there, we are going to be about two hours early for our flight. I know that since 9/11 it takes longer to check in, but do we really need ALL of that time??"
"Lane, I told you. We need to make a stop before we go to the airport. Trust me, okay??" I asked him.
"Okay, babe."
I hadn't told Lane where we were going because I was afraid he would try and talk me out of my plan. I didn't want to be deterred, and I suspected Lane would be against my idea.
We started driving and I followed my hand-written directions. It had taken a lot of research, but I finally found the place I wanted to go just a few days before. I could feel the butterflies multiplying in my stomach as we got closer and closer to our destination. Before I knew it, we had arrived. Lane fell asleep almost as soon as we started driving. After I parked the car, I reached over and shook him gently to wake him up.
"Where...where are we??" He asked sleepily. He yawned and tried to stretch out as much as he could in the confined space of the car. He looked out the window for a few seconds. I could tell when he realized where we were because his whole body got tense.
"What...what??" He said. He looked over at me. He had a confused expression on his face. "Jaden, what are we doing...HERE??" I forced myself to smile at him.
"There's someone I wanted to visit. Will...will you come with me??" I asked.
I opened up my car door and got out. I looked up at the sky and noticed that it was just beginning to lighten up. Right now, it was a deep purplish hue. Lane joined me and we walked onto the grassy field next to the road. We were careful not to step on any of the tombstones as we walked. That would have been very disrespectful to the dead.
I had drawn a map and I followed it until we finally reached the gravestone I was looking for. Until he saw the name engraved on the stone, I don't think Lane had any clue who we were coming to see. He gasped loudly when he recognized the name. I forced myself to read every word carved into the stone.
LEON CHRISTOPHER MOSTEREL
BORN: APRIL 10, 1955
DIED: MAY 23, 1993
BELOVED SON AND FRIEND
MAY HIS SOUL FIND THE PEACE HE NEVER HAD ON THIS EARTH
I grabbed Lane's hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Oh my god. Jaden..." He started to say.
"I know what I'm doing. I...I wanted to come here." I said with as much conviction as I could. "There's a few things I needed to say to him." I paused for a few seconds. "Just hold my hand, okay??"
"I'm right here with you, babe."
I stared at Leon's grave silently for a long time. Memories of 'IT' came rushing back to me, but I knew this would happen and I was mentally prepared for the onslaught. Despite how prepared I thought I was, the memories threatened to overwhelm me and I started to wonder if this was a good idea. I took several deep breaths as I tried to calm my nerves. Finally, I decided it was time.
"Hi Leon. It's Jaden Scott. I'm sure you remember me. I've never been here before, but I had some things I wanted to say to you." Gosh, this was a lot harder than I expected. I squeezed Lane's hand. It felt like I was holding onto him for dear life. I was thankful he was here with me.
"I...I wanted you to know that I'm happy. For a long time, I held onto the pain that you caused me and there were many times that I felt guilty, like everything that happened was my fault. But, nine months ago, a person came into my life and, because of that person, I started to heal...I started to truly heal for the first time. I realized that I wasn't to blame for what you did to me. I wanted you to meet him. This is Lane, the love of my life."
I paused again, trying to sort through my thoughts. I had practiced what I was going to say to Leon about five hundred times, but now that I was actually here, I found that my mind was swirling with too many emotions.
"You hurt me, Leon, and your ghost has haunted me ever since. I'm here today to tell you that I'm done living in the past. I'm not going to hold on to the pain you caused me anymore. I've moved on with my life and I'm done thinking about you."
Without any warning, I burst into tears. Lane reach over and wrapped me in a tight embrace. We stood like that for quite some time and I drew strength from the love I could feel emanating from him. Finally, I was able to compose myself and I pulled back from Lane slightly.
"Are you finished??" he asked me.
"Almost. I have a few more things to say." I replied.
Lane moved so that he was standing directly behind me and he wrapped me in his arms once again. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and forced myself to look back down at Leon's grave.
"Those were the last tears I'm ever going to shed over you, Leon. From now on, I'm only going to worry about my present...and my future. I think that's the most important thing I wanted to tell you today...not only did I survive, but I'm alive and living my life. I can't hold onto my anger anymore. My heart is filled with so much love now there's simply no room for it." I paused for a second. I had something else I needed to say but it was hard. I grabbed onto Lane's arm. "I...I FORGIVE you."
I never thought I would be able to say those words and MEAN them, but I did. Believe it or not, it felt so good to say that to him. It's true that he hurt me badly, and I probably had ever right to be angry for the rest of my life, but what was the point?? I'd come full circle and I was healed. Besides, Leon couldn't hurt me anymore.
"I don't know what all of your problems were, but I hope...I sincerely hope that, wherever you are right now, your soul finds some kind of piece, just like the wish on your tombstone. Goodbye, Leon."
I turned my back on Leon's grave. By doing so I was face to face with my love, which I thought was very fitting. Lane leaned forward until our foreheads were touching.
"We'd better get to the airport." He said. "Are you ready??"
Was I ready?? ABSOLUTELY. I was ready to begin our vacation, I was ready to see what roads life was going to take me down, and I was most definitely ready to spend the rest of my life with Lane.
We started walking back to my car, holding hands the entire way. The sun started peaking through the treetops and the sky turned a magnificent color of orange. I could hear birds chirping all around us. It was turning out to be a beautiful day.
TO BE CONTINUED...??